My Cup of Tea

I never knew there was such magic in a simple cup of tea.  It quiets the mind and soothes the soul.  It takes me to the place of my longing – my dreams – my reality.  The world I live in is not natural…sitting at a desk all day staring at a computer.  As I take another sip, the hot steamy liquid glides smoothly down my throat causing me to close my eyes, hold my head back and sigh, breathing in the ecstasy of life. 


As my creativity flows, I put pen to paper and write, visualizing those things locked deep inside of me – releasing them through the ink, and watching them flow onto each page. Flowing like a river; gushing like water from a faucet; I am no longer in control of the pen – my dreams have stepped to the forefront, demanding recognition – demanding to be addressed. 
I bask in this reverie hoping it will not end.  Another sip.  An idea – what if?  Reality is calling me into another dimension – different from what I know.  The voice of reason emerges, but I am beyond reason, for I want to explore this place. Its energy and power presents a force that cannot be ignored.


There is a familiarity in this moment, for these dreams are not strangers.  They have been embedded in my being since I left my mother’s womb.  They have stood by silently and sadly through  neglect, calling for my attention.  It is when I sip from this hot cup of tea that I hear them- at first a faint sound in the distance...a what if...a possibility.
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Relishing the last few drops of this enchanting liquid, I realize that it has become a river in me, from which my dreams can flow.

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